Hailing from Dana Point, California, Strave is far more than the typical, pre-pubescent pop-punk band for which Orange County is so well-known. Although origina
My fists... his face.
Step away girl I won't let you watch.
His stare, your catch, you're missing.
His stare, your catch, you missed the point.
The point remains... like brain surgery,
impossible. To teach stupid girls to
learn, to teach stupid guys to back off.
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...
Everybody's going down.
Black eye,
because she's mine.
I see your stare and her smile speaks her mind.
Busted lip,
and this is it.
This whole scene means failure by design.
My fists... his face.
Backwards steps, he trips and stumbles... a mess.
Pardon me, I thought you knew I knew.
Pardon me, you know I did it for you.
You honestly believe that I could honestly see you in that light?
Your grace, your face, your lies, your smile
